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Shit, I'm tired as fuck C'mon, baby, let's get the fuck home I know, let's hurry up, I hate this neighborhood Nigga trippin' over here and shit, watch my back Hey! Hey, nigga! Oh, shit! Just keep walkin', don't turn around Hey homeboy! Wassup, motherfucker? (Here we go again, God) You and your motherfuckin' bitch, wassup? Hey, nigga, why you fuckin' with me? Fuck you, nigga, 'cause I can!
Journey with me into the mind of a maniac Doomed to be a killa since I came out the nutsack I'm in a murderous mind state With a heart full of terror, I see the devil in the mirror Buck-buck, lights out 'Cause when I grab my sawed off, niggas get hauled off (Haha) Barrel one tears your motherfuckin' flesh (Yeah) Barrel two tears your fuckin' heart out your chest You see, I'm quick to let the hammer go click On my Tec-9, so if you try to wreck mine, fool, it's your bedtime Feel the blast from the chocolate bomber Infrared aimed at your head like your name was Sarah Connor Decapitation, I ain't hesitatin' to put you in a Funeral home with a bullet in your dome I'm hot like lava, you got a problem? I got a problem solver and his name is Revolver It's like a deadly game of freeze tag I touch you with a .44 Mag' and you're frozen inside a body bag Nobody iller, than this graveyard filler Cap peeler, 'cause I'm a natural born killa
Terror illustrates my era Now I can't hang around my mama 'cause I scare her I want to blast motherfuckers (Yeah, what's up?) It feels like I'm bustin' a nut when I open you up 'Cause your body is exposed to the midnight mist All weak motherfuckers give my ring a kiss 'Cause I'm givin' dirt naps Comin' with them bomb-ass raps to make your lungs collapse, perhaps You never sleep 'cause every time you doze You catch blows to the motherfuckin' nose Ain't seen the sun in sixty-six days Let me count the ways in a fucked up maze I never, ever, ever made a ho stay But I'm down with Dre like AC is down with OJ So fuck how you're livin' I'm the unforgivin', psycho-driven murderer It's authentic, don't panic I can't stand it, goddamn it, schizophrenic So fuck Charlie Manson I'll snatch him out of his truck, hit him with a brick and I'm dancin'
Mass murderer, natural born killa And I don't wanna die I don't wanna die I don't wanna— I don't wanna die!
I don't understand the logic in my dreams But I understand I like the sounds of sirens Terrified screams from the streams of strychnine Dumpin' on any motherfucker tryin' to trick mine 'Cause punk motherfuckers wanna violate Now they stiff and cold, and they pupils won't dilate It's so much pain, migraine Headache, I can hear his bones break He steps in the single door Got his ass whipped with twenty lashes like they do up in Singapore So I'ma pull a fuckin' Jeffrey Dahmer Now he's suicidal, just like Nirvana
Tick-tock, tock-tick, tock-tick Dr. Dre and Ice Cube on some murderous shit Keepin' niggas in order, makin' their lives shorter Ready to slaughter, 'cause to me, a life ain't worth a quarter Or a dime, mushrooms got my mind Hallucinatin', ain't no debatin', I'm creatin' An escape route to be out without a doubt Scot-free, so don't even think about tryna stop me 'Cause I can't wait, I'm out the gate On the for realer, a thrilla from a natural born killa Gitchi gitchi ya ya, they call me Dada Six million ways to murder, choose one Lose one soul, bodies turn cold Natural fright from niggas goin' bump in the night
Should I peel him? (Yeah) Should I peel her? Am I iller (Hell yeah) than a natural born killa? Should I peel him? (Yeah) Should I peel her? Am I iller (Hell yeah) than a natural born killa? Should I peel him? (Yeah) Should I peel her? Am I iller (Hell yeah) than a natural born killa? Should I peel him? (Yeah) Should I peel her? Am I iller (Hell yeah) than a natural born killa?
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